Carenza has been in Paris with her fellow A2 French students
on a school trip. Following previous communication disasters we had agreed
Carenza would text once a day.
“Having a great time.
The French lessons were so good, then we visited the Museum of the Resistance. We’re going to the Louvre after dinner! J Your day good? Xx”
“Saw a David d’Angers exhibition at the Louvre. Hadn’t heard
of him before but he did some lovely sketches! I’ve had a great day J Night, night, Mum. Luv U!”
“Just finished language lessons. Now off to the Museum of the History of ParisJ Weather is holding up
well. How are you? Xxx”
Does anybody else find these suspiciously anodyne?
And all those cheery smileys – methinks she doth protest too
much.
Can my daughter and her mates really be behaving this well
and absorbing so much French culture?
Should I be scanning Twitter and Facebook for images of drunken
brawling and table-top dancing?
I can imagine her comparing notes with Rosie and Emma and
Dreev: “What are you telling your Mum?
The Louvre? Yeah – I think that’s
in Paris. Okay – we’ll all say The
Louvre.”
Are they even in France?
The amount of money we paid for that trip would probably have covered a
few days clubbing on a Greek island. I
shall check her luggage for ouzo when she returns.
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